Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer 2005 nigga,

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that should die it yella
Some of my fans look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
play me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z up the dynasty
Not big as nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out here in streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, rappers be acting homo
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never
We up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your purse
That nigga say he like me, he acting like he a wifey
held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me come me
And if you afford the flight, and you don't like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker
Ha-ha, Chamillitary